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To yourself! To yourself! To yourself! To yourself!
To yourself! To yourself! To yourself! To yourself!
To yourself! To yourself! To yourself! To yourself!
To yourself! To yourself! To yourself! To yourself!

Fashion boys, languid girls
They sit at home in the zoom without panties
Moscow is burning out, I'm ready to burn with her
After all, on the door of the bar closed bolt
Drunk boys, fat girls
They sit at home in the zoom without panties
And while the dough for bread dough
I opened a fashionable place in my Konura!

Hello, fuckers
Hello, can you hear me?
Do you hear?
Yes fucking
Do you hear, bitch?
Damn
And like this?

Wo, the sound went
So, I say
Disabilities are planted
On the bottle
Without a QR code
You can't go anywhere
Sit, bitch, at home
All closed

Wo, the sound went
So, I say
Disabilities are planted
On the bottle
Without a QR code
Now perhaps
They can get a point!

To yourself, to yourself
Please me cocktail
To yourself, to yourself
A thousand rubles from you
To yourself, to yourself
By syllables, otherwise I will forget
To yourself, to yourself
Pussy from here

Drunk boys, fat girls
They are waiting for Moscow to open suddenly
They think they will rake up in a hole tomorrow
I'm lying on the couch and drinking

Closed, yes!
Yes, closed, yes, yes, yes
Yes, it is also closed
Fuck, do you not understand what?
Fuck, but in general everything is closed!

Zinziver
House of cultures
The peer is closed
Your noor is closed
Martinez
The head is closed
Closed pine
Closed linden

Zinziver
House of cultures
The peer is closed
Your noor is closed
Martinez
The head is closed
Fuck, but not even go to Taras!

To yourself, to yourself
And what is on your tap?
To yourself, to yourself
Shit in a glass!
To yourself, to yourself
And the taste is very ugly
To yourself, to yourself
Uh, Pyuna stole all my grandmas

Fashion boys, languid girls
They are waiting for Moscow to open suddenly
Admires the courtyard and old-wise
How am I packets of five

On the ashes of the deceased Moscow
Where a bearded fag is ruled in bars in the bars
I see how to benefit for my country
The second Peter grows through her ruins

On the ashes of the deceased Moscow
Where a bearded fag is ruled in bars in the bars
I see how to benefit for my country
The second Peter grows through her ruins

To yourself, to yourself
Support, buy a coupon
To yourself, to yourself
Pay now, drink later
To yourself, to yourself
Coques
To yourself, to yourself
Yes, we fucking

To yourself, to yourself
Support, buy a coupon
To yourself, to yourself
Pay now, drink later
To yourself, to yourself
Go fuck you, fucking
I don't feel sorry for you
Dry